"Ishi's" Characters

[†Chaplain†]

Naruto RP Character

Name: Ishimaru Masato

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Height: 5'5"

Description: He has long, straight, blond hair that droops an inch past his ice blue eyes. Caucasian/White with a slight tan. He always wears a green, sleeveless T-shirt, and tan cargo pants. His shirt has a high collar that barely stays below his throat, and his pants can zip off into shorts if he wanted them to. He has dark blue sandles that cover all of his foot, but his toes. His hands are covered with black, fingerless, gloves with a metal plate on the top part of them. A forehead protector with a symbol of a simple shaped leaf that covers (of course) his forehead. It wraps around and ties off behind his head.

Background: Ishimaru wasn't born in Konoha Village. He was born somewhere unknown to everyone else except for his foster parent and the hokage, but it was told that since he comes from there, a powerful bloodlne trait runs through him.

When he was young he was adopted by a young women who had found him by his burning village. She moved to Konoha Village where he was raised without friends. Everyone looked down upon him because of his troubled past... It didn't bother him; he hated to talk to about it. He rarly shows great emotion, and when he dose it's caused by something happening to him that he can't remain hidden and controled inside him.

When he was older and his foster parent told him about what had happened he vowed that he would find out who did it and avenge his village.

He is the last of his village to be able to do so...

[†Chaplain†]

Name: Cain Shepard
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6, 0
Weight: 160 lbs.
Occupation: Former SWAT member of Las Vegas

Weapons: Carries around a modified 9mm handgun. The handgun has decreased recoil, and has been fitted to carry clips of armor piercing rounds.

Also carries a knife with a reinforced blade forged into the handle.

Equipment: Has a bullet proof vest with about eleven small pockets, and a knife sheathe. Always enters in missions with four extra clips of 9mm rounds, two clips of armor piercing rounds, a small first aid kit, a radio, and a small flash light.

Appearance: Cain has average length, jet black, straight hair that comes barely past his eyes. His eyes are a combination of two colors, green and brown. Around the pupil was a small ring of brown, then it faded into an unnoticeable ring of yellow, then from the yellow, into a large, and mostly, green ring that covers the remnants of his iris.

Cain is a slim, tall Caucasion, young male. He's quite muscular because of all the traing he's done, but it's not like buldging body builder muscles. There basically what you'd see on a healthy athlete at school.

On non-operative days Cain tends to wear a Hawaiian short sleeved over shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath, and a pair tan cargo pants with a pair of flip flops.

On operative days, his standard uniform is a black vest, with several pockets, underneath, a black long sleeve cotton shirt which is rolled up to his elbows for comfort. His hands are covered by black, thin leather, gloves with the tips of the fingers cut off to allow an easier fit into the trigger wrap. He wears black cargo pants, which have his 9mm handgun strapped to his thigh, that slack over the tops of his (of course black) hiking boots.

He wears his knife at all times, either under his Hawaiian over shirt, or in the sheath of his black vest.

Personality: He tends to be relaxed around other people, even those he’s never met them. He’s calm around danger and not very easily startled, since he’s very observant to his surroundings. When it comes down to the fact of an impossible escape and death will be the answer… then its try and die trying. Nothing in his perspective is impossible.

History: Cain Shepard started his SWAT career when he was twenty-nine, after taking Marine boot camp and a failed Navy Seal experience.

He tried to get through Navy Seal training after Boot Camp. At about two weeks into it he had an accident. He was in grenade throwing training, and the grenade had an unusual delayed time on it. “It’s a dud!” he shouted over the other explosions. He ran out with everyone else to see their accuracy on their target, but as he began to walk forward a friend called out to him, saving his life. He turned to face his friend just as the grenade exploded. He was far enough away that the explosion missed him, but the metal shards were sent flying in every direction. Shards of the grenade smashed into his left arm, upper left back, and the top part of his leg. He limped off into a bunker then was rushed to an emergency room. The shards were taken out of his arm and back and leg. The lower part of his arm wasn’t as bad as the rest of his left side, and it healed without scarring. The rest of his left side had little scars scattered across his skin. By the time he got out of the recovery center the training session was over and they failed him for excessive absences. He was thinking of repeating it, but decided to head to Las Vegas to see if he can get into a SWAT membership.

After being accepted into a SWAT team, he met with the other three members of his team. Jackson, a strong, husky, black male that was about thirty-two and joined because his family was killed in a ‘drive by’ shooting. Lewis, a tall and skinny Caucasian male that had joined because of the movies, and thought it looked fun. Finally, Kendra, otherwise known as ‘beast’, was the only female on the team, and also the best leader Cain had ever seen.

During Cain’s time together with the SWAT team, he had grown attached to everyone of them. More or so, he had grown attached to Kendra. Not in a sexual way, but in a way that they have a bond between them, something that she shares to only him in the team.

It’s been about seven months, and a police officer asked for there presence at an infected area. He had heard about the T-Virus on the news and it’s spreading throughout the world. He knew it would hit Vegas sooner or later, but he didn’t expect it to overpopulate a building. The team headed out to the building that was infected. It was secure, but survivors were their, so they needed a team to get in and retrieve them, a ‘Special Team and Rescue Squad’, otherwise known as S.T.A.R.S.

They stopped at the building and were briefed on the mission. “Hostile Invaders, Hostages, and no power… should be a walk in the park for you guy’s,” the officer said. Kendra let out a small laugh, “Should be.” She turned to face the rest of the team, “Alright you guys, let’s hurry this up so we won’t miss the football game.”

They stepped into the building. They all held suppressed MP5’s, and the area around them was dark. Shadows littered the walls and corners. Above them was a steel walkway that looked as if it could come crashing down at any minute.

Jackson took point and began walking forward. Lewis was to the left and scanned the north side, while Cain was to the rear scanning the east. Kendra took a few glances on the west and announced it clear. “East side clear,” Cain said after scanning the walls and walkways. “North side clear, “ Lewis said also scanning the walls in front of him. Jackson was the last to answer, but before he got two words out a silhouetted figure fired a handgun from the corner. The other three whizzed around reacting to the fire. Jackson fell to the ground with a fatal wound to the forehead. “Jackson!” Kendra shouted dropping to her knees. Cain kneeled down lifting his MP5 toward the figure, but it was gone… disappeared into the shadows.

Kendra started tear up. He took her rifle off her chest, and placed it on the ground. Lewis, reacted with an, ‘oh my god’ face. He lifted his rifle to scan around him to stop any more fire. Nothing. Cain stood up and began walking toward where the silhouetted figure was; once again, nothing. As he turned around he caught a glimpse of a figure leaping from the steel walkway onto Lewis. Lewis let out a small cry, before the figure bit into his neck. Lewis dropped to the ground dead instantly. Cain ran to him. all that was left was him and Kendra. “We have to get out of here!” Cain said frantically. He lifted his rifle and put a round clean through the figures head. He slid beside Lewis, who had long stopped moving. He rolled the figure off of him and glanced at the attacker. It’s face was old, and decayed. The eyes were blood shot, and part of it’s skin had been ripped off. “Nasty!”

Kendra stood up from the mess, and began pacing. “Kendra! We have to stop the mission,” Cain said. He had never seen Kendra act this way before, it’s like for once in her life she was scared. “Come on.” She only continued to pace. “Ok,” she finally said lifting Jackson onto her shoulders. He was larger then her, and Cain could see she was struggling, but she said she could manage it. Cain picked up Lewis and tossed him onto his shoulder. Blood got all over his vest, but he wasn’t worried about that. All he wanted to do was get out alive with Kendra.

They staggered their way to the door. Little by little, they got closer. 30ft., 25ft., 20ft. When they reached the twenty feet marker they began to become unaware thinking that there was nothing that could stop them now. The steel walkway above them cracked then broke. It fell like a vine smashing into Kendra.

Kendra was pinned to the wall. A large metal pole from the side rail protruded out of her back. She tried to free herself, but every time she tried it only caused her more pain. Cain ran beside her. He was freaked out, and worried at the same time. He had never been faced a situation like this before, he didn’t know how to react to it. Kendra tried to speak, but she was dying quickly. She wasn’t touching the ground, and her body weight was pushing her body down, causing the pole to get slowly to her heart. He tried to say something, but nothing came out. “Leave!” She shouted the best she could. “I order you to leave!” Cain stood there traumatized. “Leave now! Before it’s too late.” His mission was to save the hostages, now it was to leave. He must obey his orders, but to what extent. Millions of ideas ran through his head. He thought out each choice carefully, but none of them helped him. “Leave now… or I’ll shoot you!” she shouted holding up a pistol with the last strength she had. She was desperate, and she was willing to do what it took to get him out of there. Cain stumbled back. She fired at the ground by his feet. “Go!” Cain stepped away, and began walking to the door. He stepped outside. From behind him he heard a gun shot go off. He didn’t know if she was defending her self, or ending her life, but either way he began to cry. His eyes welled up, and ran down his face, dripping off his chin. A Para-medic rushed to him; as they got to him, he past out. His body landed in their arms.

A YEAR LATER HE RETIRED FROM SWAT, AND WENT TO BECOME AN AGENT IN HIS OWN FIELD. HE RECOVERED FROM THE VEGAS INCEDENT, AND THOUGHT IT WAS BETTER TO LEAVE. AFTER HEARING THE STORIES IN RACCOON CITY ABOUT THE OUTBREAK HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD PLACE TO BEGIN IN HELPING THE WORLD FROM THE HORRIBLE, RE-ANIMATED, RACE THAT PLAGUED THE WORLD.

Introduction:

(Dome 3: Laser Testing)

Cain leaned his head against the wall as he placed on his oxygen mask. A large grey tube ran from his mouth cover to a small oxygen tank on his back. Along with a back-pack he wore his black bullet proof vest that had a knife sheathe strapped to it on the top left side. His knife’s blade was forged into the handle to allow durability and stability. Also, the blade was reinforced steel to allow a longer lasting sharp edge. Along with his vest he wore black cargo pant, and black hiking boots. His hands were covered with (of course black) fingerless leather gloves and black steel elbow and knee pads that covered his elbows and knees. He wore a modified 9mm handgun on his thigh. The handgun was fitted with reduced recoil, and can be fitted with armor piercing rounds. In a small pocket next to his handgun was a silencer that could be screwed on and off for when it’s needed.

He stood up as he took a look at his water proof digital watch strapped to his wrist. He walked over to the closed hatch that stood in front of him. He pressed a button on the wall to signal he was ready. A few seconds later, a voice spoke through the intercom above the plane, “Ok Cain, It’s a long drop, and there’s no oxygen up here, your tank will last several hours, so you’ll have plenty of time to get to the ground. On your watch is a altimeter, switch to it, and it’ll show you how high you are, when it hits 2,000 ft. release your chute… got it?” Cain replied with nod to the small camera on the wall. “Ok then, I’ll open the hatch.”

The large metal door opened slowly. As soon as there was a connection to the outside to the inside, the air around him was sucked out into the outside sky of Raccoon City. “Wow… look at the sunrise…” said the voice on the intercom. “Sorry for not getting you here at night, I tried to get here as fast as I could.” Cain turned to face the camera. He saluted to signal its ok. “Alrighty then, jump in five… good luck… three… two… one… go.”

Cain stepped off the edge. His clothing flapping heavily as the air rushed past him. He looked at his watch, 27,000 ft. He looked down at the ground. All he could see were the glowing clouds around him. The sun reflected though the sky causing a beautiful sight. Something like this shouldn’t be wasted. He switched into a diving position to increase his speed. 20,000 ft. Time was passing by quickly. He could feel the air rushing past his ears as they popped. 18,000 ft. He was almost there. In a few seconds he’d hit 15,000 ft. and the clouds would clear up, and he could see the entire city of Raccoon City. The clouds became less dense, and now the city came into view. He could see the hordes of re-animated (zombiefied) people scattered across the streets and buildings. To think that I had to come from such a wonderful sight to this… he thought to himself. 10,000 ft. under him, he could see the domes of the center of the city. He watched as the city came into view. He could see specs of people, supposedly guards, walking about the courtyard outside of the domes. His altimeter beeped at 2,000 ft. He pulled the handle on his chest and immediately his body was swung right side up. The chute had caught the air, and slowed his speed to about 7 mps.

Cain landed on top of one of the white domes. His feet fell from under him, and he collided with the ground; with his chute covering him. He worked his way out of the chute and rolled it up. Down below he could see one of the guards changing patrols. He glanced up at Cain. Cain froze. The guard pointed at him, and shouted “Intruder!” He ran to the alarm system, and activated it. Alarm sounds filled the air. “Crap!” he shoved the chute and his oxygen mask in his back pack quickly and headed for a vent next to him.

The top of the vent was rusted, and the screws holding it down were weak from the decay. He placed his fingers in between the bars of the vent then yanked. The top part of the vent smashed off sending bits of rust into the air. Down below he could only see black. Pulling out a flash light from his waist he shined it down inside. Nothing was there but a, light, rotating fan. He placed the end of the flash light in his mouth and stepped inside. Placing his feet on either side of the vent, and holding his body wait up with his hands he slowly stepped down the vent into the unknown dome.